Kira’s POV
Before I could even move or blink twice, Lady Margaret shot up so fast her chair scraped back.
“Your Majesty, are you letting this slide? This is an insult to the throne! To every noble seated here! Need I remind you that Princess Loretta—” she gestured dramatically at the vampire princess “is seated right there, looking every inch the future bride that would seal the alliance between our kingdoms, while this…this immature girl—”
“Need I remind you,” Adrian cut in, voice dropping into that low, lethal growl that made spines straighten, “that she is my mate.”
The room felt the weight of it. Even the fire seemed to shrink. He didn’t shout. Didn’t need to.
“She is my mate and your queen,” he repeated, slowly and clearly for everyone to hear. “And it’s just a piece of clothing
